My driveway has more than a few cracks and holes,
Some are deep enough to swallow your foot!
Some are wide enough to engulf your bike tire.
Most responsible adults would say
I should should replace, or at least resurface it.
I've thought about replacing, or at least resurfacing it.
Yet, after a good rain, those holes fill to the brim,
Turning holes into lovely lakes and perfect ponds
Where stray sticks and leftover leaves
Emerge from under piles of snow
Providing magical, late winter adventures
For young engineers and geologists
Who see possibilities where others see puddles.
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This poem so gently reminds me to see great possibility in the small moments of the everyday, to see with a child's eye, which is easy to lose when teaching high school and the focus is on emerging adulthood. I'm going to remind them of their former vision of the world and focus on the joys of childhood sight. Thank you for this gift today.
Such a lovely poem about an every day encounter. Yes, let's jump in the puddles as we used to.
Puddles are playful places when you look at them with child's eyes.
Lemonade. There’s a bright spot to everything.
I was thinking about the value of puddles today, too! Must be puddle season. Thank you for this gentle reverie.
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